hmmm. what's to tell really,
I've been writting since I can remember.
Words are passion... they express love, anger, excitement, pain etc...
I find poetry to be the magic words to ones soul. You can get alot from a persons style of writing. As though the pen they use, is filled with the blood of the poet.
Please versifier's relent you hearts, come find me & we will will journey into the emotional depths together.
Swiftness Thy foe, amongst in few.
Arch thou back, Thee mountain breast.
Giveth thy name & call it thou curse…
Flame thy existence, Darkest of black.
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As I meditate…
I Relinquish my consecration into abyss….
As I tune into my oneself,
I double the image of me.
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I walk through empty alleys most my life,
Running fingertips gently over these icy walls.
They whisper stories of the history behind the scenes,
Explain how streets contain chambers of lies
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When I was born,
I gave birth to a shadow,
It has been the closet friend I know…
For hours I would stare,
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So many times these words have been erased.
This paper has aged by the abuse of my hand.
I picture what I wish to say,
and still no words can express my wanted fray.
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